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[townofcadence]

Starter for @ama-tcra-su!

Hm. Where next?

The detective had asked for a few days on their last excursion, and he was more than happy to oblige. They needed time to go through all the information they had anyways, and to wait for new leads. This artifact Opal had requested his help with was turning out to be...trickier, than he hoped.

Still, at least he didn't have to worry much about anything. She'd financed the trip through her boss, setting him up as some kind of 'consultant'. Home was literally a hop, skip, and a jump away too, should he need to return for anything. His bag had most of his supplies, but there were a few things he could see himself going back for, should he need to, and as long as he was near a ley-line, he could easily find his way back and forth.

For now, he focused on the task at hand; he needed to check out at least a few places to at least narrow things down (and not put the detective in such needless danger again). Rural Japan was a bit harder to navigate since they didn't accommodate as much for English-speaking visitors on the signage, but he had maps and translators saved on his phone so he wouldn't need the internet to find them, and plenty of battery. It would be serviceable until he saw the detective next.

The next place he wanted to check was near the mountains-- it was a small spring near the base. It'd be a long walk though, without any roads for vehicles. He didn't mind, though the isolation of being so far from quick transport did leave him on edge, given last time. But still, he went.

The spring itself was beautiful, as was the town built around it. There was an unsettling feeling in the air the closer he got to the base of the mountain and the source of the waters themself, but there was nothing truly malignant about the place, either. As far as his senses seemed able to pick up, it was a tranquil place, but one laced in power. A held breath-- that was the best way to describe it.

Still, no sign of that special amulet artifact thing. He wasn't surprised; given the impulsive decision to venture here, if it had been a success he would've been floored. His luck just didn't work that way.

But at least he'd get to enjoy one thing from the trip. It was the perfect place for a break, before the long trek back to heavier civilization. It was serene, and there was a sweet scent in the air. The running water too, was a comforting sound, in a place that was-- kind of overwhelmingly not like home.

He found a space in the grass, and took out a water bottle from his bag. The sun was warm and the breeze was soft. He allowed himself a soft hum as he soaked it in. He'd head out in a few, then check another place. But just for a moment, it was nice to breathe and-- be a person, almost.

[ehlane]

i think i'm going to slow down my queue to only post once a day — but if you're waiting on a reply from me and you desperately want it, please let me know and i'll either bump it up the queue or just simply post it.

[electricea]

@ama-tcra-su continued from here.

He had happened upon the end result of the scuffle, seeing everything only at a distance.

The white wolf had become such a familiar presence in his life, whether at his side, or at his home - and while he didn't consider her to be akin to an actual canine that tagged along loyally everywhere, there was a certain uneasy feeling that tended to creep up whenever the white wolf was anywhere that wasn't within his immediate line of sight - or at least somewhere that she had disclosed to him, earlier. Whether out of a childish desire simply not to be left alone or of a genuine uneasiness, he couldn't say but he knew that he didn't like it when the white wolf was somewhere that he didn't know.

That very uneasy feeling had compelled him to try and seek her out and find her.

...Though such a task proved to be easier said than done when he had no idea of where to find her and not even an idea or notion to guide him - which, naturally, led to a lot of aimless running.

While he would have liked to chalk him eventually discovering up to some deep bond between them or badass instinct, he knew that he had stumbled on her only through persistence and sheer luck.

Although what he saw gave him pause - even though he still stood a few feet away, he sensed there was something different about his companion, a feeling which he couldn't quite explain but which felt not unlike the uneasiness that he'd felt before. Something felt wrong and as he had asked this, he had felt an uncomfortable clenching in his gut.

"I..." In the face of her bared teeth and bloodied muzzle, he stayed frozen to the floor - not quite running in terror, but not running to her side just yet. All throughout his body, he felt true uneasiness and terror - terror at seeing this side of her or terror at what happened to her?

"But I..." He gathered up his words, swallowing thickly as he forced an unsteady step toward her. "I...I want to help you...!"

[traumamademoved]

hi my name is JJ and i do things out of absolute spite.

[nearnoname]

picrew of near’s own self… hehe

[porta-decumana]

Looking For FFXIV Players To Follow <3

Hi, you can call me Ama or Ammy! I'm slowly returning to FFXIV brainrot hell and my feed is looking a smidge on the inactive side. ;w; Looking for people to follow that:

post OC-related content (screenshots, writing, headcanons, shipping, etc)

got chill vibes

are NPC enjoyers

I primarily do HaurcheWoL, GaiusWoL, NeroWoL, ThanWoL, CidNero on here and I'm dipping my toes into YugiriWoL. I have 4 main OCs that I'll do a revised intro post for later. I'm a big appreciator of basically every NPC and I prefer good vibes and drama-free. Yapping about lore and msq stuff is neat too! I've been playing since 2.0 and took a break this last year due to irl reasons!

Drop a reply or like and I'll check ya out! <3 Excited to meet some lovely peeps and see some cool WoLs!

[sha-biest]

OKAY I

I don't have time anymore I wanted to do something still but I only managed to draw one panel and Im going to be busy rest of the week because of SITUATIONS

So I deliver to thee... an awkward Mikey

HAH AMMI WILL NOT ACCEPT A NO She's like a little duckling, spotted him and just accepted him in her brain (AND PLEASE don't think you have to reply to the silliness Sara, especially if you are busy ❤❤❤ I'M ALREADY FEASTING ON THIS PANEL ALONE SO I'M GOOD EGVJKGBBGF)

[tufaansthings]

sania ki ammi ki mazhabi chudai ki kahani

Sabhi readers ko mera salam me yeh ek real story batane jaa raha hu jo hamare  saath beeti hai baat tab ki hai jab me 10 class me tha us waqt meri age 15 to 16 thi mom ki age 33 hogi 38 ke boobs e paak gol matol  kamar 34 ki bilkul patli or gaand/ chutad ka kehna hi kya ubhri hui gol tight bilkul 40  kisi bhi mard ko dekh kar bas chodne ka man karega to jab mere 10th ke exams shuru hue mere abu ek job karte the kam hi ghar aate dubai me the unki age 46 thi ptle the to baat tab ki hai jab me school gayi thi us waqt trend facebool social media tha mene apni sabhi saheliyo se milkar ids banayi or ese hi baat cheet hone lagi tabhi mene meri ammi se sab bataya facebook or social media ke baare me ammi asal bht udas hoti thi abu se baat na hone par or ammi bht zyada mazhabi hai 5 waqt namaz hadis yeh sab me hi hoti thi kuch din baad ammi kuch badli badli si lagne lagi pata nhi kya hua tha par me khush thi achanak mene esa kuch dekha jise dekh kar meri halaq sukh gaya mene dekha ki ammi ki id me sab boys hai jo saare hindu hai tab mene ammi ke phone lekar dekha to usme bht si gandi baate likhi thi  or ammi nangi quran pakad kar pic le kar bhej rahi hai yallah use dekh kar mera sar chakra gaya mene khud se sawal kiya kya hogaya hai ammi to ek deen daar khatoon hai or mene dekha kai hindu maŕd ammi se dosti kar chuke the or ammi badh chad kar reply deti thi ek din mene dekha ki ammi kuch ajeeb se orange colour ke dupatte me thi jab me school se ghar aayi mujhe shak hone laga to me samaj gayi dal me kuch to kala hai mai ab ammi ka phone lene nhi de rahi thi or vo hamesha phone me hi dekh kar muskurati or chat me hi magan rehti beet ja samne aayi jab jummah ke din me jaldi ghar aagayi ghar hamesha khula hota tha aaj band qu hai or aaj to jummah hai mujhe laga ammi namaz padh rahi hai par me bahar wait karne lagi lakin bht der hogaya kuch samaj nhi aaya mene faisla kiya ki  me khud andar jaungi me khidki dèkhne lagi ek kismat se khidki khuli thi me ahista andar chaligayi jese mene ammi ko dekha us haal me mere to chakkar aagaye ammi ek kaale hatte katte aadmi ķe saath janimaaz par bethi thi unke pao ke pass quran thi or vo aadmi ammi ke safed boobs ko masal raha tha or me dang reh gayi lakin khud ko sambhal te hue apne bag rakh kar wapas jaakar dekha vo aadmi chala gaya tha ammi janimaaz par nangi leti thi ammi ki gaand e gumbazi mere muh ke tarf thi me saaf dekh rahi thi ki ammi ki doodh jeso gaand aaj ek laal bandar jesi ban gayi thi or us gaand se ajeeb sa chip chipa paani nikal kar janìmaaz par gir raha tha me samajh nhi paayi  mene ammi ki is harkat ka jayza mukammal lene ke liye socha ki qu na me agle jummah school na jau or yeh kya kar rahi he dekhu lakin 1 hafta mujbe chain nhi mila meri bhi chut us manzar ka maza lene lagi or me kai dafa us manzar ko yaad kar chut me ungli ki hu

Or aakhir jummah ka din aagaya mene plan ke mutabiq school se chutti leli or ghar se bag lekar nikal gayi or mene khidki khuli chordi or me ghoomne firne lagi ese hi kuch der baad me ghar gayi to dekha ghar ka kaam sab ho chuka hai ammi gate me kisi ke intezaar me thi mene yeh bhi dekha ammi burqa phni thi jo bahar jane ke liye hi phñti hai kuch der baad vahi aadmi ghar aaya bag lekar ab ammi use andar bhejdi or kuch der or khadi rahi ese hi bahar or bahar se door lock kaŕ diya ammi ne or bahar chali gayi mene socha yeh kya hai tabhi ammi piche ke door ke raste ghar me dakhil gogayi or me samaj gayi kya mamla hai yeh or me bhi plan mitabiq ghar me khidki se chali gayi mene dekha vo kafir tha ek dum se hatta katta kala or voh ammi ke namaz ki jgha par khada tha or bilkul nanga yallah kya batau uski baazu e napaak ekdum se mote body builder or uska to yallah kalala uncut tha jo ese latak raha tha jese koi kaala sota hua naag ho or uspar se uski kaali chamdi aahh yallah mujhe to dar hi lagne laga

Ammi jese andar aayi azan hone lagi or ab voh kafir ke samne ammi burqe me khadi thi ammi jhat se us kafir ke gale mil gayi jses hi us kafir ne ammi ki gale lagaya ammi ese sehem uthi jese unki yaad me kab se tadpi ho

Ab voh habshi ammi ko kiss karne laga yallah kesa manzar hai ek namazi deendaar ammi jo ek kafir ke saath azan ke waqt lipti hai or uski emaani momina beti apni ammi ko dekh lazzat e paak le rahi hai yallah

Fir us kafir ne ammi ko 20 mint kiss kiya or uske baad jo hua me to dang reh gayi

Ammi jese burqa hatayi ammi ke jism par allah likha hua tha khaas unke emaani boobs e anwar e muqadas par or unki chut ke paak rasta e noorani or chutad e azmati e azadari ke darmiyaan aaahh meri ammi aahh allah

Us kafir ne kaha chal randi wazu karva apne aqa ko keh kar vo kafir janimaz ke samne chote se stool par tange fayla kar beth gaya ammi jhat se uske trishool e napaak par jhapat padi or bulnadi se bislullah allah bullah alshuru keh kar muh me lund e trishool uncut pevast karliya or ese chaatne lagi jese koi bacchi lolipop choosti hai

Apni ammi ko esa karte dekh meri to inteha na rahi mujhe apni ammi ki noorani gaand saaf nazar aane lagi jisse kafir ki haatho me khul masal rahi thi me apni ammi ki islami namazi gaand ko masalta hua dekh azan sun rahi thi aaahhh

Kuch der baad ammi khadi hogayi or musalle par karir let gaya or ammi us kafir ke muh par beth gayi or kaha bislullah or kafir ke muh par apni namazi islami 5 waqt namazi chut e ala islami ko rakh kar apne emaani boobs e paak ko masalne lagi yallah ammi jaan ki islami chut kis kafir ki napaak zubaar se choosrahi yallah ammi jaan ki chut ul al ameen aahh ammi jaan

Esa kuch derbaad ammi kafir ke lund par jhat se gir padhi or uskafir ke muh par chip chipa sa paani laga hua tha jise usne chaat poora peeliya ab

Us kafir ne kaha chal mulli wazu to karli ab namaz ada karle ammi jhat khadi hokar kafir e trishool ko maslne lagi or choosne lagi kuch der baad ammi sajde me chali gayi or kaha kàfir malik ap yaha aajay apki sajdedaar islami ap ki lund e uncut ki bhook se tadap rahi hai malik

Or voh kafir quran par paun laga kar ammi ki fayli hui islami mubarak chutad e sajdedaar ke beech gaya or jaha allah likhata vaha 3 baar thuk kar usne apna napaak lund geela kiya or kaha aaj me ise poora islam sikhaunga

Or ammi ke latakte hue islami emaani nipples bilkul tane hue the or mene dekha ammi ki muh par muskaan thi

Ab ammi ne kaha malik tadpaiye mat mujhe apke trishool se mujhe ibadat karne ka moqa ata karye malik ab raha nhi jata

Yeh sunkar kafir ne ammi ki emaani chut ki darar e chutad par ragadne laga or jhat se ek baar me poora ka poora lund pevast kardiya meri emaani sajdedaar ammi ki islami chut me aaahh allah ammi ke muh se nikala aaahhh allah me margayi aaahhhu malkiyomideeni aaahhhh

Ab kafir be inteha tezi se chodne laga vaha namaz chalu hi yaha ammi ke dhakke chalu hue aahh me apni ammi ko dekhte hue chut sehlane lagi musal sal 20 mint ki chudai tàba tod hui me 5 dafa jhad gayi or ammi janimaaz e muslamme par giri thi mene dekha ki voh kala topa ke gulhabi trishool ab choot gaya ammi ki emaani chut me yallah

Or voh aadmi bahar chalagay

[alpydk]

Inside Out????

I've written this especially for you @inglorionamy-ammy - And had to make a new fluff folder on my drive. This is after the comment I saw of you confusing last night's angst for...well, not angst...

Gale & Co have a movie night - Fluff.

The reflections of lights upon mirrors danced around the room, the images displaying upon the wall despite the intrusion of Astarion’s form as he crossed past the viewers.

“Oh, do sit down, will you,” snapped Shadowheart, a piece of sweetmeat readied on her fingertips.

Gale had been watching in fascination as the various characters of the story tried to save their own internal world. He had always found children’s stories most fascinating; a truth and fantasy lost by most adults, so when it was suggested by his companions that they have a viewing night together, he had not hesitated to say yes. “I have to say, Bing Bong is looking remarkably different from your demonic little friend, my dear.”

“That’s because the Bing Bong of that realm has been summoned differently.”

“Ah, quite. Do you suppose it possible, with the right spells of course, to conjure up a variety of-” His question was cut off by the hardened elbow of Karlach to his midsection.

“Shh.”

“My apologies,” he whispered as Astarion finally sat down beside him.

A whispered hiss travelled through the air. “Did I miss much? The smell of all your candied fruits got me particularly peckish.” Astarion would not admit that he knew the plight of young Riley well and had , in fact, been preparing himself for the upcoming demise of her imaginary friend.

“Something about orbs, ironically,” Gale was quick to reply before then continuing on his train of thought. “I’m also curious. Each member of this society appears to have one dominant emotional trait. Which would you consider yours?”

Karlach mumbled, eyes glued to the scene which lay before her, the colours of orange, green and blue as spheres rolled around captivating her as if she were a child. “Oh, Fangs is fear, no doubt.”

Astarion scoffed at the comment. “Now, darling. I believe I’m more of anger, if not disgust.”

“And you, my dear, are joy. And an absolute joy for suggesting this most pleasant of evenings.”

“And I’m quickly becoming anger, if you don’t all quieten down.” Shadowheart was quick to the jump in, the sweetmeat already gone, and a cushion clenched to her chest as she watched the rainbow glow of the vehicle fly through air upon the wall.

The group grew quiet as the scene unfolded, Karlach muttering under her breath, eyes wide in hope despite knowing the outcome. “Who’s your friend who likes to play…?”

“Hm, the ability of flight using the power of one’s own emotions. Interesting.”

Astarion used the remark as a chance to distract himself from the way his eyes moistened. “Well, you certainly wouldn’t be fear.”

“I believe I’d more like that of joy. A bright and shining example of leadership,” replied Gale, trying to work out the limitations of flight using a wagon.

“Sadness…”

The group turned, hearing the sniffled word of their last companion, almost forgotten in the chaos of the evening. Wyll sat, failing to stop his tears falling, his eyes puffy and wishing he could vanish like that of the hollyphant that waved goodbye. “You’d be sadness, Gale…”

Each finally fell quiet as they watched the remaining scenes of the story, all internally deliberating their qualities. Gale did not want to believe he was sadness, not now after all that changed in his life. Now he had friends, a family, as ragtag as they were, and he was happy. Or maybe he was now so well adjusted that one feeling failed to dominate the rest of his mind. Either way, it mattered little as the night continued, one of sweetmeats, tears and laughter, one that they knew would happen again, though next time with a tale containing a little less emotion.

[nonuggetshere]

Lullaby time travel au?? Please, do tell 👀

I. ALMOST MISSED THIS

I am Super exhausted now so I'll give a basic bare bones rundown and elaborate tomorrow (if I remember)

Lullaby, at the ripe age of 10 (or less), gets lost while playing with their siblings and by whatever spacetime mumbo jumbo ends up back in time when Flower was the Pure Vessel. They ran back to the palace a bit distressed but then saw their mama standing guard and ran up to them relieved. But then they wouldn't reply to her, wouldn't even acknowledge her, wouldn't *look* at her, and it all left poor Lu in so much distress. Pale King heard the commotion and came over, only for this child he's never seen before to come running over calling him grandpa and talking about how mama (the vessel) won't talk to them.

Nobody believes Lu when she tells the truth. Why would they? They don't remember anything that Lu is claiming and the vessel is far too young to be their parent. However, PK still plays along and takes care of them because otherwise the poor kid is near catatonic with despair. Since the presence of the vessel seems to calm it down, he sends the kid to sleep in the Pure Vessel's room until he prepares a room for it. Lullaby is going to be taken care of until he figures out what's wrong and finds their real parents, but the fact that everybody seems to have forgotten them and it's all so different is going to take a hard toll on poor Lu.

Once they're in the room together Flower finally breaks the character and talks to them and Lullaby is SO angry at them, damn near inconsolable as they hit them and scream at them. Flower eventually manages to calm them down and takes them on their lap, they honestly don't know what to do. They believe Lullaby, and they tell them as much, but they have no idea how it could be true. They have their dead twin's name and look like them and Lummis, but Flower is barely 20 and been dating Their partners for no longer than a year and a half. It just doesn't make sense, but they can't even tell their father this or they'll be outed.

It also doesn't really hit Lullaby what is happening until they meet their aunt Hornet who is so much younger here, obviously. And they just break down nearly on the spot.

This AU mostly consists of Lullaby interacting with the past versions of people they knew and finding out their family's history in the worst, most traumatising way possible ✌️ Flower is actually outed before the accolade in this version thanks to Lu fucking with the timeline (it doesn't change the future, it just created a brand new timeline the moment Lu made contact with PV and PK in this world) and it ends in a gigantic screaming fight between PK and them, which only terrifies and scars Lullaby further

When they return it takes a long, long time for them to heal. They have problems with unreality, PK and WL pretty much had to move back into the castle for a bit bc if Lu wasn't around them and their mama they'd be an anxious wreck, and they developed a routine where Ammi and Ivy Jr would circle the palace with them every morning before breakfast to reassure them they're home. They got better with therapy but they're never quite the same, they can't even handle hearing Flower and PK friendly bickering anymore because it brings back bad memories so the two don't do it with Lu around. They also hate with burning passion when people don't believe them. Thankfully their family did believe the whole time thing, since they knew things they absolutely shouldn't have.

Also some time later past PK and Flower experience a similar event and end up in Lullaby's time. For them it's been just a few months if not less, so their relationship is still tense and awful, while for Lullaby and her family it's been 3 years. Lu absolutely does not have a good time when she (and Ammi + Ivy) finds these two and drags them back to her mama, absolutely avoid them like wildfire for a good while after.

Thankfully they stumbled onto Beezley who managed to break the news to Flower way gentler than the three musketeers would be able to. Future Flower has a whole kingdom to run and now THIS.

[fatexbound]

@ama-tcra-su replied to your post “Yosuke’s preferred pets: Dog, turtle, ferret,...”:

. . . Ammy standing in the corner rn.

"Whoa, you're huge! Cute too!" Hopefully, it won't bite him when he comes closer with some leftover beef. Maybe it's not hungry, but still...

"Uh, hi! I'm Yosuke Hanamura."

[drengar]

Like for a starter from Ammy!

Simply like this for a starter from Ammy. If you have a certain verse or version of her you wish to interact with then simply reply or DM me. Also if you're another multimuse blog then please give me a muse or two you wish to interact with her.

[crystalsnow95z]

A request I was given. I wanted to try something new. I usually avoid using y/n type stories, so I wanted to give it a try. Please tell me how it is. Don't be afraid to tell me it's awful because I'm trying to find a good way to write it.

Sickie; jungkook

Caretaker: reader that I'm naming Ammi.

"Jungkook-ah, where are you? You said you were just taking Bam out to use the bathroom." I called jungkook, my childhood friend who I've had a crush on for as long as you can remember. He was kind enough to let me stay at his place while my house was being renovated, and to repay him, you decided to help with household chores whenever possible. I made dinner, but after twenty minutes he still hasn't returned.

"I ended up at the park. No one is here because it's raining, so I don't have to worry about anyone." Jungkook replies, out of breath. He was clearly messing around with Bam, his barks heard in the background unhappy his playtime was ending.

"You shouldn't be out in the rain. You're going to get yourself sick. Let me come pick you up." I scold him out of worry.

"No, I don't want us to be seen together. I'll walk back." Jungkook wasn't embarrassed to be seen with you, his fear is what fans would do if they saw you with him. You remembered when Taehyung accidently followed someone other than the other members on Instagram, all those nasty messages all over their page, some even threatening their life. I knew it wasn't personal. He's voiced his worries about us hanging out in public, making us hardly see each other.

"Alright. Hurry back then, and you need to take a bath when you get back."

"I will after dinner. I'm starving. See you soon." He hangs up the phone.

(There's no arguing with that boy. He's so stubborn.) Sighing,I go to the kitchen to do the dishes as I wait for Jungkook to return.

"I'm back." A soaked Jungkook comes through the door.

"Why are you soaked? Didn't you bring an umbrella?" I run to the bathroom to get him a towel grabbing two.

"I did, but it got really windy, so it kept flipping upward, so I put it away." Jungkook replies, taking his shoes and socks off.

When i come back with two towels, i'm right in time to watch him take off his jacket, leaving his black t-shirt clinging to his body,his muscles showing through it, making you blush. To hide my face from him, i quickly put one of the towels on his head and try to dry his hair, purpsely making him unable to see.(if i came out a few seconds later would i have caught him shirtless) i shake the thoughts away.(This isn't the time to get flustered..)"You're going to get sick for sure. Your teeth are chattering. You have a photoshoot next week, too!"

"I'll be okay." He says escaping your assult with the towel bending down to use the second towel to dry off Bam.

"I'll dry Bam, you go get changed." I usher him towards his room, earning yourself a giggle from the young vocalist.

"I'm going, I'm going.." He says smiling, going into his bedroom and closing the door.

(I don't know how that boy survives on his own. Last night, he didn't even go to sleep until six in the morning singing on live, and now i caught him going out to play in the rain.)

It was clear Jungkook missed performing and being with his other members. He still saw them when he could, but with working separate schedules, it wasn't easy to find time for all of them to gather together.

Bam shook himself violently, flinging water everywhere, pulling me back to the task at hand. "You're going to need a bath too.. you stink."

"I'll give him a bath after mine." Jungkook was already out of his room, taking a seat on the floor where you set up dinner. "Thanks for making dinner."

"No problem. It's the least I can do." I slide in next to him, not wanting him to watch me eat, taking a few bites. "Is it good?"

"Yeah it's really good." Jungkook stops eating, putting his chopsticks down and covering his face. "Heh'ehhitchew.."He sneezes, then goes back to eating like nothing happened.

"Jungkook-ah, you're already getting sick." (I need to find medicine before he gets worse) When I get up to look for medicine, I only find medicine to help with pain, not colds.

"One sneeze doesn't mean I'm sick." Jungkook states. "I feel fine."

"You should take some medicine tonight anyway. Do you keep it somewhere other than the bathroom?"

"I don't have any." He shrugs. "I don't get sick very often."

"I'll go get you some then." When I go to leave he grabs your hand, making blood rise up my cheeks.

"No, I said I'm okay. The weather outside is awful. I don't want you to get sick because of me. At least wait until it stops raining." When he pleads with those big doe eyes, you relent, looking away shyly.

"Alright. Fine. I'll wait until morning at the latest." (He cares more about me than himself..)

"I've played in the rain plenty of times before.. don't worry. I don't get sick easily. I did a whole concert in the rain before." He tries to dissolve my worry by reassuring me that he was fine.

I don't believe him, but with how stubborn he is, it's best to just drop it for now, even though he lets out another sneeze. I'll just have to keep an eye on him.

When you wake up in the morning, you hear another sneeze coming from Jungkook's room.

"Kookie, are you awake?" You knock softly on his door but get no response. You crack the door slowly, seeing that Jungkook was passed out on bed lying on his stomach."Jungkook?"

Jungkook had always been hard to wake up, so it's no surprise he doesn't wake up. What bothers you is when he starts coughing, turning to his side so you can get a look at him. His face was flushed, and his nose turned bright red. He woke himself up with his coughing, looking at you with his sleepy eyes.

"Hm?" He blinks a few times to process where he was. "Ah, good morning.." He tries to cover his yawn with his hand.

"How are you feeling?"

He goes to respond, but a sneeze comes out instead, snot covering his hand he sneezes into. "I need a tissue.."

"It sounds like you caught a cold just as I thought." You get a tissue out for him, helping him clean up.

"You jinxed me." He says with a pout, sniffling.

"I did no such thing. You are the one who went out in the rain storm."

"It wasn't raining when I left." Jungkook counters.

"If you watched the weather you would've known it was going to rain all night."

When he goes to continue the debate, his body has other plans, a wet cough coming out. He presses his hand against his head, sucking in his breath. The sinus pressure was becoming too much for him to handle. "Ammi.. my head hurts.."

The argument on how he got sick was over. Now the only thing that mattered was helping him feel better. "I'll get you some painkillers for now, I still need to go to the store for cold medicine." Leaving the room quickly, you go to the kitchen to get some water and the bathroom for pain medicine, reading the bottle and taking two out. (It's also a fever reducer. I should get a thermometer while I'm out.)

"Heh..ah..tchew..!" Jungkook is heard sneezing again, letting out a soft whine from the pain another sneeze following soon after.

"Poor baby.." You cover your mouth remembering that he doesn't like being called baby, but he doesn't correct you this time.

"Thanks Ammi-yah..." He sits up, taking a drink of water then taking the pills, laying down again.

"I'll make you some tea, then I need to go to the store. Do you want anything while I'm out?" You ask him.

"Could you make me some ramen too?" Jungkook asks.

"You sure you can stomach ramen?"

"My stomach feels fine.. it's my head that..." He stops in mid sentence. "Heh'ehh..tchew!" He sneezes into his hand, then reaches for the box of tissues facing away from her to wipe the mucus.

"I'll get some more tissues while I'm out." You leave the room and enter the kitchen. (I think he's feeling worse than he's letting on. Hot ginger tea should help..) It doesn't take long to make the tea and noodles. Jungkook was sitting up when you return, coughing into his elbow.

"You okay, Gukkie?" You place the tray on his desk, rubbing his back to try to comfort him.

"Yeah, I'm okay.." He answers between coughs. It sounded like his sinuses were draining into his throat. He reaches for the tea cup I brought with me, taking a few sips.

"I'm going to go out. Call me if you need anything and I'll come right back okay?"

"Okay.. I'm sorry.. I probably ruined your weekend plans.." Jungkook sniffles.

"I actually was planning to spend the weekend hanging out with you. I know you don't want to be seen in public with me, but I brought my labtop so we could play games together.."

"We can still do that. I'll set up my computer to play." Jungkook takes a bite of the noodles. "It's been a while since we played together. It'll be fun."

"I'd like that, but first I need to get you some medicine. Try to get some sleep after you eat.

(This isn't good.. I could hardly stomach half of the bowl.. She was right.. maybe ramen wasn't a good idea..) Jungkook rubs his aching belly, laying on his side. He scrolls on YouTube, trying to get his mind off how poorly he felt, finding a try not to laugh BTS edition.

"Heh...ehhit..chew!" Jungkook whines after the sneeze, the sinus pressure making his head throb violently, turning off the video halfway through. He wanted to try to sleep off his headache, but when he tried to sleep, the sneezes wouldn't let him.

"I hope Ammi returns soon.." jungkook says to the empty room. Jungkook's wish came true, Ammi returning a few minutes later. She rings the buzzer to get in. Jungkook feels lightheaded when he stands, using the wall to help support him as he goes to the front door.

"Who is it?" Jungkook checks just to be sure, relaxing when he heard her voice respond.

"It's just me, Gukkie." Ammi responds, entering when he buzzes her in." (He looks like he's gotten worse since I left, and i wasn't even gone that long. He's dead on his feet..) "Let's get you back to bed. Here, let me help you." Ammi wraps her arm around his waist, walking with him back to the bed. (I can feel him shaking, and he's already sweating..)

"There we go, I'll get you some medicine so you can start feeling better. Okay?" Ammi goes in the bags she got from the store, pouring some medicine into the cup and giving it to him.

"Thanks, Ammi." He takes it like a shot and gives the cup back to her, making a face from the taste. She takes out the thermometer she bought, placing it under his tongue.

"You're running a fever Kookie, its not that high but I'm still concerned.." Ammi tells him. (No wonder he looks so pale..) "You should try to get some more rest."

"I can't sleep.. my nose is too stuffed up and I can't stop sneezing.." Jungkook says sounding irritated at himself.

"Did you try blowing your nose?"

Jungkook nods. "It hurts..and it just gets stuffed up again.." Frustration filled his voice.

"Poor Jungkook-ah.. I bought some nasal spray.. we can try that. Okay?" She digs into the bag to get it for him.

"Alr..r-a..a..chewu...!" Jungkook sneezes, then covers his face, eyes filling with tears.

"Are you crying baby?" Ammi sits next to him.

"No, I'm not.. it's just from my sinuses.." He replies with a sniffle, but Ammi didn't know if she believes him. He wipes his eyes with his sleeve. "Could you help me with it? Ah..my hands are a little shaky.." His voice comes out small.

"Of course." Ammi smiles, enjoying when his more bashful side shines through, reminding her of when they were in school together. Jungkook has to force himself not to sneeze when she sprays it into his nostrils, waiting until she's finished, a flurry of sneezes escaping after.

"Ow..." jungkook whines, pinching the bridge of his nose, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

"I wish there was more I could do, but it just has to run its course.."

He lays back down, hiding his face with his arm."ah..Ammi...Could you..stay with me until I fall asleep..?" Jungkook's voice is hardly louder than a whisper.

"S-stay with you?" Ammi's face turns red, quickly facing away from him to hide it.

"It's okay if you don't want to.. I'm sorry."

"No. No, it's okay. I'd be happy to stay with you. The question just took me by surprise, that's all." Ammi quickly tells him. Jungkook moves near the edge of the bed, patting the bed so she could lay next to him. Ammi lays next to him on her back to look up at the ceiling.

Jungkook starts coughing again, cursing under his breath. "Ammi...?" He says hoarsely.

"What is it?" She answers, accidently meeting his gaze, blushing.

"Could..I..hold your hand...?"

Ammi reaches for his hand silently. Jungkook takes it, giving it a squeeze when another sneeze escapes him, covering his face with the blanket. "I'm sorry we didn't get to play games.." Jungkook sounds guilty.

"Don't be sorry.." Ammi rubs her thumb across his knuckles to try to comfort him.

"I shouldn't have played in the rain.. I ruined your visit.." Jungkook's voice quivered.

"Don't worry about that. I don't care about that. You'll make yourself feel worse. I'm just happy spending time with you. Even if that means taking care of you. Now try to get some sleep."

"Alright.." jungkook sniffles. "I'm still sorry though..'

"Then I forgive you.." Ammi humors him. "You'll have to make it up to me when you're feeling better."

Jungkook yawns. "I will.. I promise.."

Ammi continues to stroke her thumb across his knuckles, feeling his grip loosen as he starts to fall asleep.

"Ahh..mmi...?" Jungkook sounds mostly asleep, the name coming out soft and slow.

"Yes, Kookie?"

"I love..." His voice drifts off into a soft snore.

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[astrafangs]

BLACK SWAN

Part 3 of Macaw (Grimm horror story)

11:46 pm

Time froze as the kids stared in wonder at the colorful spectacle of the macaw flock as the sun set behind them, casting them . a golden ethereal glow. The sounds as wings took their powerful beats raised their spirits.

Dhruva felt like he was levitating and becoming one of them. It was like a dream, like they could lay down to rest on soft feathery clouds and get swept away into the sky. Then he heard a low ringing in his ear. Daya fell down. Then Chinna fell down. Then Dhruva blacked out.

He woke up with an overwhelming sense of dizzyness. The room was filled with the smell of bile and iron, making him instantly choke on his own tongue and fall to the ground gagging. After a few moments of getting used to it he looked around desperately for any other of the children. He immediately went to wake up Chinna and Daya but he noticed quickly they were all trapped behind bars. And Zilla was missing.

Steel bars blocked them off at every side and the only light source came from the scattered oil lamps on the walls. As his eyes got used to the low lighting he could see rows upon rows of cages with children in them. Children walking around aimlessly, children breaking into fits of cries and desparate callings, some children lying down motionless. There was no telling how long they had ben locked up.

Chinna soon woke up, coughing in the bitter air, and asked him in pure confusion "Where are we?

"I don't know, Chinna." Dhruva replied.

I feel sick, when can we go home? I want ammi!" Chinna whined and hugged him. It hurt in his heart to see the Chinna so distressed. He stroked his the curls on his little brother's head trying to calm him down.

He looked around and noticed Narii had got up and was crouching right in front of the cage bars. Speaking to someone. Dhruva tried to make out the shadowy figure. "Who are you, how did you get here?"

A small voice replied.

"Who... what..."PLEASE STAY!!"

Suddenly it came rushing out into the feignt lamplight and desperately reached out with it's thin arm. The child had no eyes.

"AAH- AAH-"

The three boys jumped from their fear and backed up into the corner of their cage.

Narii came to hold the scared child's hand.

"Shh, shhh" Her eyes widened but she kept her composure and reassured the child with a soft voice.

"It's okay, those boys are just my family and friends. You seem lonely, she took her other hand and lightly wrapped both around his, my name is Narii."

"I'm... Dhaari."

He was not very tall, maybe about Chinna's height but it was hard to tell his real age from the lack of babyfluff.

"Oh, but that rhymes!" She exclaimed, both of them chuckled a little from hearing the welcome coincidence.

"Look what pretty birds came out to play after the rains."

An alluring female voice came from the top of the stairs and Daya pulled back Narii at the last second.

They hadn't heard the door open and they hadn't noticed someone walking down the stairs to the cellar.

The person, seemingly meshed with the sealing, was now standing above them. She held up a dimly lit lantern with her left hand and at the same time her inhumanly tall proportions contracted as she slowly lowered her body. With one click she tilted her cloaked head towards them.

Before Dhruva even saw the features on her face she croaked out a shrill sound that bit their ears like chalk on a blackboard and spun around with impossible speed, slamming Dhaari's cage with something heavy, making the boy scream and cower.

The halls grew quiet as she unlocked the cage and pulled out one of the children inside. It was a girl.

The girl's eyes met with Dhruva's. In a split second they widened until the whites touched every side of her iris. She did not let go fighting the whole way she was dragged by her arm and she got what was coming. With a strike to her side she tumbled to the other edge if the chorridor and slammed into the pavement, shaking to try and get up. Banging on the door that she did not have the keys to. The cloaked demon grabbed her by the shoulder, digging deep with what seemed to be claws and the girl went limp, willingly being led to the outside.

11:45 pm

Dhruva's eyes met the eyes of the Black Swan and they held him there for a solid five seconds. Enough to plant the seeds of doubt in his mind.

Was he just discovered? Was it a look of contempt? A look of surprize? A look of dissapointment?

It made Dhruva insane.

11:50 pm

The girl had ben swallowed by the forest and was not making a single sound, confusing them as to where she was.

Then came the smell of smoke and the sound of a blade being drawn from it's sheath. The girl's screams pierced their eardrums and made their nerves writhe in terror. No one blinked or breathed. They all stared down at the dark floor as they pictured the horrible images in their minds. They couldn't help but feel their guilt and helplessness eat them up fom the inside.

The worst part happened in the middle of all this chaos. The girl gasped and then came a loud "crack". The sound of the bone breaking echoed through the cabin and her screams exploded into a melody of pure agony.

Dhruva keeled over in a spasm, hulking at the mere vision in his mind and puking anything he had left in his belly.

The witch chanted maniacally;

"The wail of a deer,

The rasp of a raven,

The howl of a wolf"

When silence came over them they could feel their hearts beating in their throats and their heads rung with fear Narii put a hand over her mouth and for the first time that night she let a teardrop fall to the floor.

11:54 pm

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[theluckywizard]

Hawke/Rose, Dickens prompts, "Accidents will occur in the best regulated families."

Hiii Ammy. Here's the second chapter of my Distraction Fic, the disastrous (at least according to Alsatia!) introduction between Rose Trevelyan and Garrett Hawke. For @dadrunkwriting

This follows the first part which I did for DADWC a few weeks back.

Summary: Leandra Hawke and her old friend Alsatia Trevelyan introduce their incorrigible children at the Hawke Estate in the hopes that a favorable match can be made. Rose POV

Rating: Teen

WC: 1692

Pairing: Rose Trevelyan x Garrett Hawke

oOo

Alsatia’s near giddiness at the sight the Amell mansion’s grandeur chafes unbearably in Rose, who glowers lightly at it with the same remonstrance she always applies to these calculating matchmaking endeavors.

“It’s larger than I remember,” says the elder woman, raffish in her admiration of the excess. 

The estate is impressive whether Rose wishes to admit it or not, a work of elegant symmetry in pale gray marble with large windows that gaze upon a courtyard dotted with trees. The entry is festooned in wreaths and garlands of laurel and bay leaves, no doubt the work of Leandra who Alsatia reports has quickly reabsorbed herself in the inane pursuits of most fine ladies.

They pull on their cloaks, the makings of a frigid downpour complicating the short walk between the carriage and the main entry. A stout worn-out looking redheaded man Rose assumes must be a dwarf opens the main entry and stands in wait, a pleasant expression enlivening the deep set lines of his face. Rose could count the number of dwarves she’s encountered on both her hands, the exposure to Thedas’ varied races and cultures she’s long craved and long been denied invigorating her.

“How do you do, my lady Trevelyan. Right this way,” says the man in an immediate breach of protocol that causes Alsatia to stiffen. Doormen should never speak of course. Rose pokes her mother in the back in the hopes of reminding her not to be ungracious with her facial expressions.

The dwarf follows them inside to a substantial vestibule where a fire roars and crackles in wait. A massive creature, so large and muscular it seems one could hardly call it a dog, lazes limp in the fire’s radiance, snoring soundly. A Mabari, Rose notes, delighted to see one in the flesh. Once again her mother is startled by the dwarf, who, in a horrifying turn, appears to be both the steward and the doorman. Rose can gather her mother’s thoughts which almost certainly grapple with the Hawkes’ apparent shortage of appropriate staff.

“Make yourselves comfortable while I fetch Mistress Leandra. My son will see to your luggage.”

Another dwarf enters and stares at Rose, his wide, ice blue eyes fixating upon her face with both awe and utter delight. Alsatia seethes quietly at the impertinence as he collects their luggage and shoulders a trunk easily, watching Rose the entire time. 

When he leaves the room, Lady Trevelyan huffs to herself softly.

“No footmen?” she remarks on a hiss. Rose hates that her own suspicions were correct.

“Indeed. How could they possibly make do?” Rose replies, the edge of sarcasm so soft that her mother might not notice. They pace in restrained circles, taking in the cornices and marble tiles and the elegant staircase that bends around the back of the room. The place feels shockingly hollow, barely lived in in spite of the warmth of the fire. But then, they’d only just moved in that autumn after the younger Hawke’s infamous success on his Deep Roads treasure hunt. 

As the introduction looms, Rose feels her insides twist and hum, an unruly sense of anticipation muscling its way out from underneath all the disinterest. She chalks it up to being eager to see what manner of man would fail to excite her interest this time, but truthfully the Amell heir has provoked an abiding curiosity that has persisted since she first heard of him. A truth she squashes down as she hears footsteps up above.

A man appears on the mezzanine then descends the steps two at a time, advancing toward them in easy swinging strides and stands over them both with a dashing yet remarkably goofy grin under a beguiling bright blue gaze.

“So which one of you is the woman I’m supposed to marry?”

Maker.

While her mother stands thunderstruck by the gall, Rose fumbles for words behind a savage blush. Nobody told her he’d so Maker damned… tall. She tries not to think about how the rumors had been true, that he’s devastatingly handsome in a sort of scruffy, roguish way. The finery of his apparel does very little to buff away those rough edges. His overgrown chestnut hair is tucked behind his ears and he hasn’t shaved in a few days at least. 

Protocol dictates that they require an introduction, but he’s already barreled his way past that and stands waiting for one of them to speak.

“That would be me,” Rose manages. Alsatia fires a sharp look in her daughter’s direction.

“Alsatia!” A refined voice calls from the top of the stairs. “I see Garrett has preceded me.” She glides her way down with practiced elegance that the years spent scraping by in Ferelden could never take from her. If she’s embarrassed by her son’s presumption one could hardly tell.

“Garrett, may I present my dear friend Lady Alsatia Trevelyan and her daughter Lady Rose,” she says. Both women dip in tidy curtsies and he bows politely with an elegance that startles Rose.

“A pleasure,” he says. “Ostwick, eh? You must be utterly knackered.”

“Not at all, our carriage is quite comfortable,” says Alsatia, the kind of polite lie spilling from her lips with such ease. They’re both exhausted and Rose’s mind wanders after her trunk where a comfortable pair of breeches and a jacket she buried under her finery lies in wait. 

“I’ve never been a fan of carriages, to be honest. Turns your arse into a funny wedge shape after a day of travel,” he rambles. 

Rose nearly breaks composure, a laugh threatening to bust through her practiced demeanor, the truth of his admission reminding her of her own sore, misshapen rear.

“Can I offer you refreshment? Antivan port? Garrett has procured an apricot brandy from Rivain that is just divine,” says Leandra hurriedly, obviously covering for her son’s casual banter. Alsatia glances at Rose, still in their cloaks. “Or… perhaps you’d just like to wash up and change for dinner. Yes. I— should have remembered. Orana will show you to your chambers.”

Behind them the door flies open and a troupe of three saunters in with such casual force that it seems they must live here as well.

“Shit,” mutters Garrett, running his hand through his chestnut hair. Practically humming with interest, she watches his reaction carefully and then turns to ogle the intruders.

“Hawke— Oh. Company! Delightful.” A woman wearing a frock coat over a shockingly limited amount of clothing for the weather and a suffocating assortment of gold jewelry sweeps her eyes up and down the Trevelyans appraisingly. Rose crosses her arms and lifts her chin, steeling herself against the barrage of nosy looks even as she surveys the intruders with the same sharpened curiosity. By the furrow in his brow, Garrett looks ready to tell them off but someone speaks.

“Dougal is on his way here,” says an elf with a shock of carefully mismanaged white hair and a shockingly large sword strapped to his back.

“Dougal? Now? I thought the deal was settled,” says Garrett who then curses softly. Rose watches her mother tally the marks against him as they roll in.

“Not according to him. He says he wants a bigger cut,” says the half-dressed woman in gold.

“Well sod that,” answers Garrett. “He didn’t do a blazing thing to help the expedition.”

“Then we fight,” says the white haired elf again.

“I’m sure I can talk some sense into him,” says the younger Hawke, glancing back at his mother apologetically. 

“Garrett,” Leandra scolds him sharply, her expression agonized as he spoils her carefully arranged fix up.

“He’s on his way here,” he says, leaning to kiss Leandra on the cheek and squeeze her arm with genuine affection. He casts Rose and Alsatia a helpless look, a devilishly handsome one, Rose thinks and makes his apologies. The man strides into the front vestibule with his strange group of friends where he begins divesting himself of his fine clothes without a scrap of shame. Rose’s face is claimed by a wave of heat that washes up into her cheeks as she glimpses his thickly muscled torso before it disappears under a tunic again.

“I’m— dreadfully sorry, perhaps you’d like to settle in right now,” Leandra says, glancing past the pair to see her son donning full plate while he discusses the details of this Dougal character with the others.

They’re swiftly ushered away from the sounds of chain mail and plate as Garrett Hawke dons his armor and makes ready to duke it out on the streets of Kirkwall. Rose feels her mother jerk her forward up the stairs each time she turns to peer at them once more.

The door to their guest wing closes behind them. 

“Well. Perhaps it’s just an unlucky coincidence. Even the best regulated families have incidents. And they’re still working out the details. The staffing. The manners will come,” Alsatia rambles like she’s soothing herself.

“I was sure the man’s fortune would quiet all those other concerns of yours,” Rose jokes, laying her cloak over the back of a chair. 

Rose flops down onto a chaise, poked again by her Maker-forsaken stay.

“What do you think that was all about?” asks Rose. “Dougal. The expedition.”

“Nothing decent,” her mother laments. “You saw those ruffians. But I suppose a wife could remake his ways.”

The daughter smirks doubtfully at her mother, who scoffs again momentarily before the corner of her mouth twitches in a reluctant admission of the ridiculousness of it.

“You’re right. This could be disastrous,” says Alsatia with a sigh.

Letting her head fall back against the chaise, Rose gazes absently at the ornamentation of the ceiling as she considers it. A thrill is busy consuming her insides. This is already so much more interesting than every other attempt to pawn her off. She smiles to herself softly and bites her lip.

“What are you simpering about?” snaps Alsatia.

“I was just thinking of how well he looked without a shirt.”

“Utterly indecent,” says Alsatia sternly, but her brow twitches ever so slightly. Perhaps the woman isn’t dead after all.

“Utterly and completely,” declares Rose.